Just returned from the Green City of the year – Copenhagen.
Unsurprisingly maybe I found a total metamorphosis.
The trams of my childhood being replaced with a neat Metro system, in addition t0 buses ,trains and a vastly increased number of cycle paths. The relentless building however appeared out of proportion. Mercifully the water hasn’t changed. It was always there, a vast number of canals and lakes opening into the North Sea. Somehow this time it seemed more important as I now live in a very dry area of the south of France.
My memories are of a provincial, cold, windy city. A backwater full of selfsatisfied people, totally uninterested in any kind of change. All I could think of , at the time, was Paris…Paris…Paris.
This time I had a meeting at the National Arts Museum with the person in charge of acquiring several of my mothers Surrealist works. She showed me proudly where they were hanging. I’d forgotten they only had two of her paintings. The room next door however was full of paintings by Freddie – a Surrealist, known in Denmark for his great ability to selfpublicise. On the verge of making a comment I stopped myself. Just another example of the lesser interest in women artists, I thought. This reminded me also of my first visit to the Modern Arts Museum in Edinburgh, with the largest Surrealist collection in Britain. here again I had to search hard to find any women Surrealists. If my memory serves me I think there were less than five paintings.
In Copenhagen my intention was to interest the museum in one of my mothers last paintings from the thirties pre-Surrealist, slightly cubist. -” Tulips in a Vase”. But as was pointed out to me, they do have other of my mothers works including various watercolors, a little book she illustrated and, of course the fashion water colours that everyone loves.